Those were the words wafting out of the engine room as Tim set about to change the oil in both engines and the generator. I'm sure he'll have his story to tell later but, for now, suffice it to say that I was feeling a bit guilty about dragging him into this all those years ago. He sent me off to the library, where I sit now, so I could publish the blog posts from the last three days where we had no internet. So, until he regales you with his mechanical woes, enjoy a few photos from this morning.
The park 10 feet from our boat is lit up at night. This is an extremely cool place.
This is what a boat undergoing an oil change looks like...
A very cool mural on my walk to the library. This is Native American land.
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